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Evil warriors
Fight till death
Sons of war
Kill with wrath
Born in a village
He's learned to fight
Grew up with strength
His pleasure is to kill
Son of evil
He is insane, maniac butcher
He is feared, he doesn't have religion
False and fools, he there is to torture
Gods of the storm
Infernal death
The blood of victims
Gushes on my hands
Show me the wrath
Frozen land, he was born
Living among the barbarian
He's forged his sword on the fire of pandemonium
Blessed by hell, feared by Christians
Gods of the storm
Infernal death
The blood of victims
Gushes on my hands
Show me the wrath
Gods of the storm
Infernal death
The blood of victims
Gushes on my hands
Show me the wrath
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